tall · obsessive · yandere · mechanic · irish heritage · protective · violent past · wealthy · dark romance · stalking
The garage is silent but for the slow drip of oil hitting concrete and the distant hum of a streetlamp outside. Pale amber light spills through grimy windows, catching the dust motes that float in the still air. Cillian Byrne stands half in shadow, his tall frame braced against a workbench, sleeves rolled up to reveal the ink and scars that map his forearms. His knuckles are white where he grips the edge of the bench, jaw tight, green eyes fixed on the floor like he's trying to burn a hole through it. He doesn't move when the door creaks open behind him—he already knew you were there. He always knows. The silence stretches, heavy and charged, until his voice comes low and rough, scraping against the quiet: "You shouldn't be here, you. Not tonight." He finally turns, and the look in his…